As I wandered the forest,
The green leaves among,
I heard a Wild
Singing a song."I slept in the
In the silent night,
I murmured my
And I felt delight."In the morning I
As rosy as morn,
To seek for new joy;
But oh! met with scorn."
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William Blake
William Blake (28 November 1757 – 12 August 1827) was an English poet, painter, and printmaker. Largely unrecognised during his lifetime, Blake …
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